Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Chapter 605

Chapter 605

Chapter 605

The crowd was abuzz as the table for calligraphy was being set up.

Someone from among them exclaimed, "I've seen the calligraphy written by Ms.Saun before."

"Where have you seen it before? How was it?"

"Her work was among the calligraphy exhibition Mr.Marco set up."

Someone else pitched in and said, "I've seen the group photo of them in Mr.Marco's house.He must have personally taught her."

"Oh my.Personal tutelage? Wouldn't Stella lose face if Ms.Saun's writing is that good?"

"She's the one who suggested writing calligraphy.If anyone would be embarrassed for failing after trying so hard, it would just be her.

"With that frivolous look of hers, it doesn't look like she has any experience with arts.I seriously wonder if she even knows how to hold a pen.Wouldn't she do better if she danced instead? Why is she so insistent on this?"

"She's still a previous in-law of the Kane family.Wouldn't she lose face if she danced in front of everyone? It's no different from acting at all."

"What reputation does an illegitimate child have to uphold? I don't even know why she would dare to attend this birthday banquet.What is dancing to her if she's not even shameful of showing up here."

"Isn't she an actress? I heard she's already filming."

Someone said in amusement, "Acting suits her.With that face of hers, she'll earn a lot from being a clown."

Keegan's frown never went away as the table was being set up.He had seen Stella's writing before.

It wasn't bad but was incomparable to famous calligraphy writing.

Cordelia could speak up for her if Stella wrote alone, as she would not need to compare herself with renowned artists.

Now that Jaylene had joined, the audience would naturally make comparisons.

No one would be able to hide the difference in their skills.

Keegan continued to scowl, walked toward Stella, and whispered, "Pretend to vomit when I cough once."

Stella was confused.He glanced at Stella before he continued, "Having a child with your ex-husband after divorce would be a much better excuse compared to losing in calligraphy."

Stella's eyes twitched and spoke in a repressed tone, "I think your option is even more embarrassing.Besides, how would you know I'd lose?"

Keegan responded, "I've never seen you write calligraphy at all.Do you think I wouldn't know how incapable you are?"

Stella harrumphed, "There's a lot more you don't know about me."

She paused, looked toward Keegan, and said, "Why don't we make a bet? If Grandma is happy with my work, you'll give me the deed to the house.You'll have to pay for the charges to do the transfer as well."

Keegan's eye twitched and straightforwardly rejected.

''I refuse."

"Are you chickening out?" Keegan said indifferently, "

Money is not the problem; my honor is.

"Stella squinted her eyes at him and retorted, "Weak-willed man!"

Soon, the table used for calligraphy was set up.

Baldwin warmly welcomed, "Ms.Jewell and Ms.Saun, kindly take your place at the table."

No longer bothering with Keegan, Stella went up to her place at the calligraphy table.

Stella and Jaylene may have worn clothes with close similarities, but the dispositions they exuded were entirely different.

Jaylene, with her hair that flowed freely behind her back, a small cheek, a plain face, and an absence of thick makeup, was a refreshing sight.She was all men's dream girl.Her gentle and graceful disposition made her stand out on every occasion, like a magnolia.

Stella, on the other hand, had refined facial features, a pale complexion, and a perfectly arched eyebrow.

With her makeup on, she exuded a sexy and gorgeous look like a blooming peony.

Both of them were unique in their own ways, even though a magnolia would look plain when it was placed side-by-side with a peony.

Jaylene turned her head and asked Stella, "Ms.Jewell, what would you like to write?"

Stella replied, "I'll write 'Long Life'."

Jaylene warmly replied, "I'll write 'Prosper' then.That's enough to make a couplet."

Stella nodded and said, "Alright."

Stella took the pen, dipped it in ink, arched her body, and started writing while Jaylene lowered her eyes and followed along.